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[helloliriels]

Inspired by @ponkydraws post here.

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[enterthetadpole]

This is the fault of both Tumblr the amazing @helloliriels for me seeing their Gamer AU plot bunny and it being trapped in my brain. Thank you to them for the amazing story idea and the fabulous adjustment to the cover art to add little old me. Chapter one is up with hopes to have chapter two up by next weekend!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64090579

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged! @7-percent @totallysilvergirl @helloliriels

[lisbeth-kk]

Easter Egg Prompts (2025) Day 8

This is the last one, lovelies. Time flies when one's having fun, right? Thanks again to the sweet @helloliriels for making the prompts. It's been a joy sharing this story with you all.

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Rosie is acting like the teenager she's become, which rattles Sherlock to the core.

Marshmallows

Sherlock is not prepared when his darling girl turns into a stranger overnight. Luckily for them all, John takes it all in his stride. He has after all grown up with a sister, not to mention invaded Afghanistan. Disassembling Moriarty’s network is like a bumpy ride in comparison.

“Why do you have to be so strict? Everyone else is allowed!” Rosie roars at her Daddy.

“Names, please,” John replies calmly.

“You just want me to live with you forever, never letting me unfold my wings,” she yells dramatically.

Sherlock is quite impressed by her drama queen appearance, but he can't shake the unease of witnessing the two people he loves most in the world having a dispute of this proportion.

“Of course, we don’t. It’s not healthy for a child to live with their parents when they’ve grown up. I’m afraid our rule still applies; you are not allowed to attend an all-night disco. You are barely fifteen.”

“You’re a coward!”

Before John gets in a word, Sherlock rises from his chair, filled with a terrifying fury.

“Do not speak to your father like that, Rosamund Watson-Holmes!”

His tone is as cold as an arctic wind. A tone he’s never used on either his daughter or husband. Not even on Mycroft. Well, perhaps on one or two occasions…

For a moment Rosie blushes and looks utterly devastated, but soon enough, she turns on her heel and stomps up to her room, slamming the door for emphasis.

Sherlock’s knees give way, and he falls back into his chair. John rubs his face, and sighs.

“What is happening to her, John?” Sherlock whispers.

“She’s a teenager, Sherlock. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. She’s testing our boundaries, and trying to find her place in the world, and desperately wanting her independence.”

“But she’s become a…monster! How can she say those things about you?”

“I’ve had far worse, and I’m pretty sure she’s already regretting saying them, but she’s too stubborn to admit it. Yet.”

“How can you be so calm? We are losing her!”

Sherlock’s voice is on the verge of panic.

“Look at me, love,” John says softly, crouching down in front of Sherlock’s chair. “We are notlosing her.”

Running feet down the stairs, all the stairs, and then the slamming of the front door, doesn’t exactly support John’s reassurance. He groans, Sherlock leaps to his feet, determined to follow his girl, but John stops him.

“Here.”

John shows Sherlock his phone. A text from Harry lights up the screen.

Having a domestic, John? Ro is on her way over. Just wanted you to know. We’re free to take her this weekend if it’s alright with you and Sherlock. I think you all need some space, and she needs some female advice. We’ll keep you informed.

Sherlock collapses in John’s arms, his body trembles, and he feels like he’s run around for hours. The sudden fatigue is unnerving.

John guides him to the sofa and lets him curl up in his lap.

“She’ll be alright, love. At least we avoided the disco. There’s no way my sister and Clara will let her out of their sight.”

A vibration from Sherlock’s phone seconds later, discloses that the surveillance works impeccably.

What is wrong? Where is she going? Have you thrown her out? Do you acquire assistance? Answer immediately! MH

John chuckles while Sherlock sends his brother a reassuring text.

***

“So, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Harry asks when she’s welcomed her niece with a warm hug.

“Who, more like,” the teenage girl mutters.

Harry laughs heartily, soon joined by Clara, who embraces Rosie and holds her for a long time. When the girl starts to cry, Harry steps in an makes it into a group hug.

“Tell us, love,” she coaxes. 

“It was Papa,” Rosie whispers. “I’ve never seen him like that. Ever.”

Harry looks at her with a frown.

“Sherlock? Are we talking about the softest father I’ve ever met? I thought it’d be my brother who – “

“Oh, he did his too, you know, stayed calm and captain-like. But then…”

“Out with it,” Harry demands, not unlike the forementioned captain behaviour of her brother.

“I called him a coward.”

Rosie’s voice cracks at the last word and she hides her face in the crook of Clara’s neck.

“Uh-oh,” Harry murmurs. “Calling John that in front of Sherlock. Courageous of you.”

“He was…I…if he ever looks at me like that again…”

Rosie starts to cry in earnest now and clings to them both. They say nothing, because there’s really no words that will suffice. Everyone knows that Sherlock was in his full right to react like he did.

***

Before she goes to make them hot cocoa, Harry sends her brother a text.

Ro is fine. Well, almost. Broken-hearted. Regrets what she called you. Is terrified of your detective. We don’t blame him. The nerve of that girl, calling my brother a coward! Will keep you posted. Take care of him. I reckon he’s beside himself.

Thanks, Harry! You’re a lifesaver, and quite right about Sherlock. Tell Rosie to text him when she feels up for it, will you.

I might have to frame this text. Are you going soft on me, old man? Making cocoa now. Speak later.

“Do you want whipped cream or marshmallows in your cocoa, Ro?” Harry asks.

The girl has calmed down, but she looks a right mess with red rimmed eyes and a puffy face.

“Marshmallows, please. I’ll just go to clean myself up a bit first.”

When she returns to the kitchen, the rich scent of hot milk and dark chocolate welcome her like a warm hug. Clara hands her a large mug topped with multi-coloured marshmallows.

“Nothing like hot cocoa to mend broken hearts,” she says matter-of-factly.

They seat themselves around the circular kitchen table. Rosie braces herself for heaps of questions but to her surprise, gets none.

“In your own time,” Harry says softly and takes a sip of her brew.

The synthetic taste of the soft sweets paired with the rich cocoa, feel calming on the teenager’s frayed nerves. She closes her eyes and wallows in it for a few moments. 

“I’ve been an idiot,” she says before opening her eyes. “They just want to protect me. I didn’t really want to go to that stupid disco, but…”

She opens her eyes and sets down her mug and runs her fingers through her hair in a sherlockian way.

“Brian and his mates made a bet. Said that I’d never get permission to go. Told me my parents are overprotective, wanting to lock me up inside 221B until I’m thirty.”

A chuckle from Harry, quite reminiscent of John’s, coaxes a smile from Rosie.

“Alright, I know it was stupid, okay! I wanted to prove to myself that I could stand up to Captain John Hamish Watson and the world’s only consulting detective. Dunno what I was thinking.“

“Believe me, love, I’ve been at the receiving end of my brother’s calm and infuriating reasoning all my life. That said, I think Sherlock’s reaction scared you more than a hissy fit from my brother could ever do, am I right?”

“Yes,” Rosie admitted with a whisper. “You should have seen him, Harry. It was like witnessing a blizzard in the Arctic. His eyes were icy blue, and almost stung me. He hates me, doesn’t he?”

“Oh, darling,” Clara murmurs. “Sherlock Holmes will never stop loving you. You are the light of his life together with John. According to the text your father sent his sister earlier, your Papa is a mess. Send him a text later to ease his mind, yeah?”

This sends the girl into another heart-breaking crying spell, and it takes another cup of cocoa to calm her down.

When she’s drained her cup and grabbed a handful of marshmallows to chew on, Rosie picks up her phone and composes a text to Sherlock and then one to John.

Hi. I’m sorry I called Daddy a coward. I didn’t mean it, and it isn’t true. Your reaction was sound. You are scary when you’re defending him, you know. Forgive me? xx

Hi. You’re not a coward, Daddy. My outburst was totally uncalled for. I’m sorry. You’re the bravest man I know. Thanks for letting me stay with H & C. xx

***

They’re both a bit blurry-eyed after they’ve read their respective texts, though John is not as easily induced as his husband. 

Sherlock types out his reply first; he is after all able to compose a text with his hands behind his back.

My darling girl. Of course, I forgive you. I am sorry if I scared you; I scared myself even more. Never doubt how much I adore you. Papa.

We will have a talk about this later. Love you.

Sherlock has his chin on John’s shoulder and frowns at the rather clipped tone in the text.

“That’s a little harsh,” he remarks.

John hums in agreement. All of him radiates frustration and rigidness.

“I’ve earned the nickname Stubborn Until Death for a reason,” he huffs.

“Good lord. How many nicknames do you have? I thought the continents name was more than sufficient.”

This loosens something in John, and he wraps his arms around his husband.

“One would think so, yeah,” he agrees. “It’s not pertinent anymore, though.”

“I hope not,” Sherlock replies dryly.

“I’m only devoted to one lover these days. If you’re amenable, I can show you just howdevoted I am to my chosen one.”

John’s voice is husky and full of promise, leaving Sherlock breathless, and he willingly agrees to his husband’s suggestion.

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[ghostofnuggetspast]

HEAR YE, HEAR YE

For my second Fandom Trumps Hate project this year, I had a request for a Dead Boy Detectives podfic! The DBDA Haunt Group Bid folks and @gracefulpinecone asked me to do this one, written by @roseganymede95. It was a stretch out from my usual Sherlock mindset, but I consider myself a DBD fan as well. If only there'd been more seasons ... a common issue amongst my fandoms. Ahem. Anyway, please have a listen, and I hope you enjoy it. I certainly did.

You can find it here on Ao3!

The gorgeous title art up there is by the amazing @helloliriels , on whom I cannot shower enough praises.

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[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

Here is my first of 2 gif sets for Fandom Trumps Hate 2024.

@helloliriels asked for a gif set for her fic What If I'm Not , co-written with @fluffbyday-smutbynight .

Bonus:

Made a bonus gif, because I felt like only 2 gifs wasn't enough. 😅

[a-victorian-girl]

"Guess we should see what we came here for?" John offered, leading the way, "think the library is back here? Ah!" He flicked on a lightswitch behind a pair of double doors ... and a . "WHOA!!!!" Slipped out of their mouths simultaneously ... jaws dropping. As the darkened warehouse before them flickered to life, row ... by illuminated row ... Revealing hundreds ... if not thousands ... NO ... HUNDREDS of thousands!!! Of stories ... . Written about ... them? . John winked at Sherlock. Before dashing ahead in a mad chase. Each grabbing up several volumes apiece and meeting to read a few pages ... . "Look at this one!" . "John - you won't believe-!" "Sherlock!" "John!" . "This is-" "-I'm taking this one!" "This is brilliant!" . "We're in a sci-fi!" "oooh an epic!" "OHmyGOD!" John's giggling could be heard a few rows down, and Sherlock tucked another in his pocket and swung around the shelving to peruse over John's shoulder. His jaw dropped.

This is an excerpt from this brilliant fic written by @helloliriels, you can read it completely here (( my gift to you, sweetie, I LOVED TO READ IT!! ))

And... this is also my tribute and gratitude to all the wonderful writers, illustrators, digital retouchers, and GIF makers in this glorious fandom, to which I've been very attached for almost a year :)

❤️

[meandhisjohn]

I'm beyond proud to get the chance to edit a picture for @helloliriels

and her wonderful poem:

" You Speak and Worlds Awaken"

I am so in love with the way Sherlock raises the name John into new and well-deserved heights, and sometimes it is a demand, and sometimes a prayer.

But it is always love.

J.O.H.N.

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[bakerstreethound]

For the soft asks, #10?

Hi! Thanks so much for dropping by to ask me!

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

At this moment, I'm excited to hang out with my s/o, get in bed, and read while ignoring the future 🙈

Soft Asks

[eternaljohnlock]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

liriels!!!! hiiii, thank you for sending this to me omg :)

five things that make me happy:

window seats on airplanes

heated blankets in the winter

halloween!!

fruit bats

gardening

just the first five things that came to mind :))))

[gregorovitch-adler]

Happy Birthday!!

Thanks a lot! ☺

[weeesi]

🍓🥐✌️

aw fun! thanks for playing, @helloliriels !!! from the

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I've wanted to be a writer since I was five years old. I've dabbled in original fiction, poetry, and long form essay-type stuff but had no idea fanfic even existed (truly upsetting, I know) until I watched Sherlock for the first time in 2014. I needed *more*

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

not sure if this counts as an internet reference (probably not) but I came across this recently and it definitely made me LOL

if you see this, consider yourself tagged (you too, @helloliriels) and pick whatever you want to answer!!

[a-victorian-girl]

If I may, I will connect this gifset with @helloliriels fic: "Why If I'm not"

"About John.”      [Requested by muerame]

By: thejennire

✦Send your request [x]✦ / Tags [x]

[lisbeth-kk]

Easter Egg Prompts (2025) Day 5

A special invitation leads to a significant change in someone's wardrobe.

Dressed Up

Mycroft and Greg have been a couple for almost eight years when they finally find a weekend that fits them both.

“It has always irked my brother that I tied the knot first,” Sherlock smirks when they receive the wedding invitation.

“Easily deduced,” Rosie snorts. “You two are like kids sometimes.”

“Says the kid herself,” John quips.

“I’m frequently much more mature than any of them,” the ten-year-old girl retorts.

“Well, let’s move on before this escalates further,” John says firmly. “You, young lady, will need a new dress. There’s no way your posh uncle will let you inside Dartmouth House in any of your clothes.”

“I know. Uncle Myc told me he would take me shopping before Easter.”

Sherlock huffs dramatically at this admission.

“Doesn’t that man have any confidence in our capability to dress our daughter properly for a fancy wedding?”

“Apparently not,” John comments. “We should just indulge him, or he’ll just kidnap her after school anyway. Or worse, during class.”

“Hm, you know him well,” Sherlock remarks.

“He is rather predictable. Compared to you. Don’t tell him I said that, sweetheart,” he addresses Rosie.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she lies.

***

Mycroft is quite civil about collecting his niece for a shopping spree. He consults her fathers and is given carte blanche when it comes to the kind of attire, he and Rosie pick.

“As if he needed it,” Sherlock snickers. “He’s going to spoil her rotten.”

“That is his habit,” John concedes.

“Indeed. I should have predicted a colour theme. Luckily, blue is a favourite of mine too. Will you be wearing – “

“Oh, yes, darling. I certainly will,” John interrupts huskily. “I might even go commando as the evening draws to a close.”

“How risqué of you, Doctor Watson,” Sherlock purrs, feeling slightly weak in the knees by the thought of his husband in his kilt without pants.

“Maybe we can persuade the aunts to pick up Rosie and take her for the night.”

“Who is the genius now, John?”

“I have my moments. Now, get your delectable arse over here so I can have my way with you.”

***

“Why did you want to have a colour themed wedding, even deciding that the guests should wear blue?”

“It is much more organised and unambiguous that way,” Mycroft explains.

“God, you’re weird. A good thing I love you, or you’d be in real trouble.”

“Rosamund Watson-Holmes!”

“Relax, Uncle Myc. I’m only teasing you. Now, which fancy establishment are you taking me to?”

“Patience, my dear,” Mycroft chastises her, but the twinkle in his eyes gives him away.

“Which shade do you think will fit me best? Light or dark blue?”

“Considering your blonde hair and fair skin tone, I would say, either. Let us not rush into such important matters without sufficient data.”

“You sound like Papa,” Rosie tells him with a broad smile.

“Well, let us keep that a secret, shall we,” her uncle replies haughtily.

“Sure,” she lies.

***

From early on, Sherlock took responsibility when it came to Rosie’s hair. Curls can be difficult to tame, and he had decades of experience. John was beyond relieved. He wouldn’t have known where to start.

On the day of the wedding, Sherlock locks himself and Rosie into the bathroom to style her golden locks to perfection. Once finished with hers, she goes upstairs to collect her new dress, while Sherlock takes care of his own curls. 

Neither of her parents has seen the garment. She wants it to be a surprise, but she needs help with the back zipper, which Mrs Hudson has agreed to help her with.

The dress is light blue with an A-shaped, wavy skirt. Magnolia appliqués, one large one blooming from the right hip to the middle of her chest, and three small ones on the left side of the skirt make for a striking appearance. White ballerina shoes and a silver bracelet with light blue and silver hearts, complete the outfit.

“Oh, Rosie, dear! You look like a princess,” her Nana exclaims when Rosie twirls around, making the skirt flow around her legs.

“Thank you, Nana. What do you think Daddy and Papa will say.”

“Probably nothing, dear. They will be too choked up to utter a word. Enjoy the silence when you can, I say.”

“Have you already started on your herbal soothers?” Rosie inquires with narrowed eyes.

Martha Hudson harrumphs and mumbles something about her hip acting up.

***

Rosie tiptoes up the stairs. Murmuring voices are heard in the sitting room, and she peeps through the gap in the door. Her fathers are standing in front of the fireplace dressed up in their finest clothes. Well, her Daddy at least. Sherlock is almost always wearing a suit, but today he’s also wearing a tie, which she knows he hates, so she guesses he's making an effort for his brother’s sake. 

Daddy in a kilt, is something Rosie’s only seen in photographs, and he looks even better in reality. The garment isn’t entirely blue of course, but she thinks Uncle Myc won’t mind. Its colours are subtle enough.

For a few moments, she marvels at how much they still seem to love each other. Her friends have told her in abundance about quarrelling parents, and most of them have never even seen their parents kiss.

Speaking of. 

They lift their right hands simultaneously, cradling the other’s cheek, and shares a tender kiss.

“I love you so much, John.”

“Love you more,” he replies, smiling smugly.

“Not possible,” the detective mutters.

They share another kiss, and when they part, Rosie walks casually into the room.

“You two look nice,” she compliments them.

To Rosie’s astonishment, Nana was right. Not a word escapes the men, but there’s no question about what they feel. Their faces are like open books, letting their beloved girl see what they cannot express.

“My darling girl, you are breath-taking!”

“Oh, Rosie! What an amazing dress. You look wonderful.”

They’re both in dire need of the tissues she procures for them.

tbc

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I'VE FALLEN FOR YOU ❤️ by helloliriels

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yes, let's discuss all the things :-)

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coming out of my little corner where i like and reblog people’s posts to say that i would love to talk to more people on here and have gotten heavily back into the sherlock holmes fandom as of late (among other things) & may even try my hand at writing some fic (after several years of being semi-inactive as a writer in general) and so if this post happens to come across your dash and you also like that kind of thing, i’d love for you to come and say hello and get to know more of you :)

[lisbeth-kk]

Easter Egg Prompts (2025)

I was planning to do these prompts from @helloliriels much earlier in the month, but better late than never. During the car ride home today, inspiration struck, and I will probably post one each day until next Sunday. We'll see how it goes.

Sherlock fandom. Established Johnlock. Parent!lock.

Jellybeans

John is in agony on the sofa. In Sherlock’s spot, but considering the state of John, Sherlock lets him. It’s actually quite thoughtful of him. After all, John has put himself in this situation. Sherlock did warn him. But alas, his husband’s stubborn nature won over reason, and here they are.

A groan from John makes Sherlock both smirk and wince in sympathy. Stomach-ache is a hassle no matter if it’s your own fault.

***

Two hours earlier, after their walk around Regent’s Park, Rosie had wanted to visit her Nana, who she knew had prepared a tiny egg hunt for her goddaughter. 

Upstairs, two unopened easter eggs were waiting for them. John’s egg was from Harry, Sherlock’s from Mycroft. It was no hardship to tell the eggs apart, of course. The one that looked like a replica of a Fabergé egg, filled with truffle chocolates of every flavour, was obviously Sherlock’s. The smaller metallic one with a white and pink bunny on it, was John’s.

“Are you sure you don’t want to have a taste from mine?” Sherlock asked.

“Nope,” John replied, popping the p for good measure. “Too posh for my taste. I’ll be fine with my jellybeans, thank you very much.”

“Alright. Just try to restrain yourself. Those abominations are a death trap. Your stomach will not thank you if – “

“Yes, yes. Our child is downstairs; no need to play parent at present. I’ve got this.”

Sherlock was not convinced. 

***

He remembered the last time John had got his hands on the vile sweets. Christmas at Harry and Clara’s. The three of them suffered temporary insanity when the colourful sweets were available.

“Try one,” John had urged him.

“No, thank you. I prefer something less synthetic,” Sherlock said, as politely as he could.

John had shrugged, but when he some time later straddled Sherlock’s thighs and asked for a kiss, which he knew Sherlock couldn’t resist, John’s tongue tasted of the foul stuff. Nausea was cast on him, and he all but threw John off his lap to get to the loo in time.

Since then, John was meticulously rinsing his teeth and mouth before asking Sherlock for a kiss, if he’d eaten jellybeans.

***

Stomping feet from the stairs, announces that five-year-old Rosie Watson-Holmes is ascending. She frowns when she sees her father lying supine on the sofa. Sherlock smirks, knowing what comes next.

“Daddy, are you ill?”

John groans again and tries to sit up, quite unsuccessfully.

“He ate too many jellybeans,” Sherlock informs her.

The grimace appearing on the girl’s face, warms Sherlock to the core. It’s so similar to his own expression when he finds something distasteful.

“Did you eat them all?” Rosie inquires, her hands on her hips.

John mumbles something unintelligible, and Sherlock answers for him.

“He did. Regrets it now, as you can see.”

“Brian in my class is much the same. He eats all the chocolate in his advent calendar the first day, and the same with the easter egg. Especially when it’s something he fancies.”

The little girl looks so grown-up, even John has to smile.

“Perhaps we can dosage them for him next time,” Sherlock suggests.

“There’ll be no next time,” John moans. “Never again.”

Rosie looks at her Papa and rolls her eyes.

“If you say so, John,” Sherlock replies, trying his hardest not to burst out laughing.

He’s certain John will see the fun in it someday. But not today.

“Can you fill the tub for me, Papa? I don’t think Daddy’s up for it just yet.”

“I will, my darling. Go ahead and find your pyjama and dressing gown first.”

Sherlock kneels in front of the sofa, cradles John’s cheek, and kisses his forehead.

“Rest, my little jellybean,” he whispers.

The Union Jack cushion hits him in the back of the head when he turns to leave the room.

“Even in this state, my aim is outstanding, mind you,” John growls.

Sherlock half turns and winks at his husband.

“I know, captain,” he purrs and throws the cushion back, which John catches easily.

“Smug bastard,” John mutters, but he’s unable to keep the smile out of his voice.

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